"God, I missed that!" I said, putting on my clothes while still on his lap. "It has just been a few weeks. Can you believe we are oversexed at this age? I just can't imagine what's going to happen when we grow older."

"I'm old, Red." He chuckled in my ears.

"Not for me." I got off his lap and ironed down my shirt with my own hands. I wanted to grab a quick shower, but at the same time, I wanted his seed to stay inside me. "Could you guard the door for me while I go through this library?" I asked, snapping back to reality.

"Sure." He stood up from the couch and went close to the door, occasionally peeking out and making sure that no one was around. A lot of time had passed by since we left the meeting room. By now, Dillion must've suspected something so I acted quick.

I picked up the books off the table, going through them all, but found nothing interesting. As I picked up the last black leather book and opened it, I froze.

Dillion's diary.

"Oh my God." I gasped, pushing the pages and scurrying through the notes even though it was wrong. But it was his diary. I could find everything in here.

"What's wrong?" Luciano glanced and asked, listening to my silent gasps and watching me fill up with surprise.

I moved aside from the table and approached him. "It's Dillion's diary. Do you think I should read it?" I was unsure.

"Duh!" He exclaimed. "Make it quick, I sense someone approaching."

The logs in the diary were of the recent past four months, and some of them mentioned Cordelia. However, the more I read, I realized that it wasn't a diary. Dillion wrote all this to someone.

How could I ever love someone else when I had never stopped loving you? You were my one and only, and even after all these years, I still want you. I can't betray you by loving Cordelia, so I have parted my way from her. She is sweet, quite attractive and sometimes, she can get really vocal but I just can't do it. Not now, never. I'm sorry.

The woman he was writing too wasn't mentioned anywhere. I looked at the back pages and didn't find any other name apart from Cordelia's. One thing was cleared, Cordelia and Dillion were dating each other, they were in love and the words he took for her were beautiful. He described her as a diamond, sparkling at all times. The second woman he had been in love with after twenty years.

Who was the first one?

"Dillion was in love with a woman long before Cordelia, he has written about them both and all this, he has written for the first woman." I explained, gradually going through the rest pages and finding almost the same stuff being repeated. "He tried to move on from his past but couldn't, therefore, separating away from Cordelia."

"Who is the woman?" Luciano asked, his attention all on me.

"There is nothing about her and he refers to her as she is the past—dead." My gaze flickered away from the book and to Luciano. "Oh, my God. Cordelia knew there was a reason behind this all and this the reason. It's the secret. Dillion is still in love with this woman of his past, who's probably dead."

Luciano took the book away from my hands and placed it back before taking my elbow and pulling me out of the library. "Someone is coming." He whispered in my ears, his voice rough.

I followed behind him, making barely any sounds. We ran in the opposite direction of the footsteps and reached a dark, dangerous hallway where a strange scent lingered in the air. We were still in the East Wing, further inside.

I lashed my head to my left side and found a door, black in color and chains all across it. I reached for the handle but it was locked, not with one lock but with many.

"What is in there?" I questioned in the silence while pressing my ears against the door and trying to hear anything, but there was no sound, just my ragged breathing. Something pulled me from the inside, the scent, it itched me to explore whatever was inside the room.

"Come on. Let's go. The knowledge from the diary was enough for today. At least we have something. We can return later, at a better time." Luciano took my wrist, holding it tight before he looked at the both directions.

A cloud of gloom invaded me and I kept looking back, wondering what was exactly inside the room. We went down from the stairs and returned to the meeting room. However, the Alpha's were gone.

"What happened?" I reached Anna and asked her. She was at the bar, against the wood and drinking up something from a glass.

Her tired eyes darted at me and she replied lowly."Bernard left after blabbering for another hour and Dillion went to sleep. We are done for the night."

It was Dillion upstairs while we were sneaking around. He was the one in the library last night, writing his notes to the woman of his past and reading books.

"Oh. Thank God. Bernard was horrible!" I sighed between my raspy breaths. "But I got something for Cordelia and she'll be happy to hear about it."

Anna understood my excitement, and she jumped up from her drowsy state. "What is it? Something from the library?"

"Yes. While I was there—" I cleared my throat, holding back a few details. "I found this diary, I thought it was a diary, but it was something identical. Dillion writes to this woman, and I think she's dead, but I believe he loved her a lot."

Anna's lips parted in surprise, just as mine were. "What's the woman's name?" She asked and at that second, I wished I had the answer to it, but I didn't.

"I couldn't find it. I skimmed through all the pages and the other woman wasn't mentioned. But, Dillion did write about Cordelia a while back, he loved her as well but couldn't be with her as he felt like he was betraying that other woman."

It sounded a lot more confusing, and most of whatever I told was my assumptions. There could be a whole another story, but only if I had more time to read the diary.

My sister's mouth curled up, and she lightly shook her head. The smile on her face continued to grow while she stared at the wall. She bought the glass to her lips and said. "This is all. We just need to find the name of the woman and hand it over to Cordelia. We will be free then!"

My jaw dropped. "Really? That's all?"

"Yes. Cordelia only needed secrets, and this is the biggest one she'll ever hear." Annabeth continued. "We tell her the name of the woman Dillion was in love with before her and she sets us free."

It meant our freedom was just a few days away rather than a couple months. I could be with Luciano and our daughter. We could start our lives, leaving all the terror and the evil behind us.

So close.

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